Ask anyone that knows me and they will tell you: I am a go-getter, a self-motivated doer, a driven list-maker, and someone who thrives on checking completed goals off of that list. It’s just who I am, a perfectionist control freak with a wildly stubborn streak. I’m a joy to live with. Truly. All kidding aside, I do have very high expectations for myself and I don’t allow any deviations in my plans. I crave the stability and control that comes with having clear cut goals in front of me that simply need to be completed.
Last year, for Declare It Day, I set a pretty lofty goal for myself. I was going to run two 100 mile races, one of those races in less than 24 hours, and in my “spare time” finish writing my very first book. All in the same year. Did I mention I’m also married with two young children, one with special needs? Or that I work part-time and hold two separate volunteer positions? Or that I’m also involved in nearly everything that my life touches, church, school, and more? Or that I’m a typical over-achiever who is guilty of attaching my entire self-worth to my accomplishments?